[Round 1]
[Devilman]
Skepta, you look like you've got AIDs
You look like you've got HIV
You look like you've got Gonorrhea already
Cos you s**ed out your mum's punani
You look like you've got cancer
So clashing me is not the answer
So you're better of going back to the strip club
Carry on being a lap dancer
Yeah, you're not ready, you black Somalian, you're not ready
Don't even open your mouth cuz
Before you say something stupid and you get yourself buried
Wow, you're not ready, you Bangladeshian, you're not steady
You Ethiopian excuse of an emcee
You better keep bullsh** in your belly
Yeah, it's a 16 ting yeah
[Skepta]
Ok
Yes man
I'm bringing it because I knew he was alright
Let's go
Ok
Skepta
I'm not scared of D E velopment
D E velopment ain't in the mafia
Not a Tai Omi Ay Wong Sun carrier
Devilman wouldn't even jump over the train barrier
So how can he be a bad man
When he pars with about 25 pricks
If I get Texas chain saw ma**acre
You will get Freddy Krueger part 6
And Final Destination part 3
Trust me i'll push your wig back
This ain't a fair clash it's a mismatch
U see what did to other MCs on my diss track
How can I clash Devilman
Devilman ain't on my level man
After I murk Devilman
Put him with the other 6 that's 7 man give me a medal man
Devilman settle man you'll get eaten
In a lyrical war I can't get beaten
Cos my lyrics are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it's gun season
Don't think i'm wearing gloves for no reason
k** Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My name's Junior it's not Steven
I'll make your jawside look uneven
[Devilman]
Wunseng
Yo I'm like no other
Try come clash me please don't bother
Put Skepta on the ground and dig out his eyes
And make him ball for his mother
We don't like each other
Only cuz I f**ed his baby mother
That b**h was under the cover
She said the s** was like no other
{?}
So I just leave a couple shots in your brother
And make sure i empty the clip in his face just to make sure the little prick don't recover
[Skepta]
Yo
Draw for the tool, go on then, go on then
Think i'm a fool, go on then, go on then
Draw for the mash, go on then, go on then
Still wanna clash, go on then, go on then
Go on then, waste man, see, shook, go on then
I got more lyrics than I got go on then, go on then
It's my black belt, go on then
Yo
Signed up to the gym cos I heard man is looking for me and my mates
After i'm done with pumping the weights i'm gonna buy a stab-proof vest and put in the plates
I got so many stars and stripes I might buy a new house in the states
Every compliment my head inflates
I roll deep but I don't wear skates
And I don't like him, or his friend
Don't make me have to bore his friend
Go on then, bring around 2 of your friends
I'll just bring around 3 of my friends
But not no MC friends
I'll bring around a couple unknown guys from my ends
You hold mic, they hold leng, and the only spitting they do is phlegm
So whadyou mean, whadyou mean you fool?
Go on then, go on then, draw for the tool
Think that you're hard but you're soft like wool
Lick man in the jaw side with the stool
I'm a real shower man but I still look cool
Wear a gold chain and an ice style j**el
Man couldn't chat to me cos i'm not Ja Rule
Go on then rude boy, whadyou mean?
Go on then
[Devilman]
Well
Skepta
[?]
I never knew you s** arse
You might as well f** a ducks arse
You dont want me to draw for the ting and make a boy run fast
I bust your head with a pint gla**
{?}
I heard you feel up mans when their in the bath
Skepta made me laugh
I brought him an ounce of skunk and he thought it was a 4 and a half
[Skepta]
See the level i'm on he wants to reach this
Cuz when I touch mic i'm the deepest
I'm the strongest, he's the weakest
I'm on the A-list, you're still struggling to get up on the C-list
Chop Devilman into pieces
I'm a showerman, you're a penis
And your whole crew stink like faeces
Well now check the remix
See the level on they wanna be on
Cos i'm a star and I shine like neon
Lyrically gun a man down like leon
And he's battyboy
So theres a lot of things we can't agree on
You got a big tune put me on
I'm on a showerman ting what's he on?
Come to your house in a Ford Orion
Draw for tool go on then
Rawr let me spit Devilman big a lickle bit
Cuz Devilmans trying to get big a lickle bit
{?}
[Devilman]
Yo Skepta the chance of you beating me in this clash right now is reducing
Im gonna make you wish you stopped to producing
And your not even a good producer
And your girl looks like medusa
Basically no man even wanna do her
When ever i see her i have to excuse her
If you dont believe me ask bruiser
{?}
Basically no make up can change her
Skepta your a prick your not major
Draw for the {?} or the 12 gauge
Sum lai wun {?} skeptas a battyman
{?}
Wun wun wun mai lung
I said shame on Skepta
Devilmans burning a flame on Skepta
{?}
I'll write my name on skepta
Skeptas a battyman!
{?}
[Skepta]
Yo anytime you see me wearing a glove
Boy better know i got the gun in my boxers
I dont wanna send Devilman to the doctors
I just wanna win a MOBO and then go for the Oscars
Theres only one ba**man
So i gotta lick down any imposters
I play the game like innocent fosters
Can't take skepta
Yo and its beef, shine the red beam on his teeth
I just like to cause trouble and grief
Devilman can't win lyrical beef
Cuz he sh**ted in school and wipes his batty with a leaf
Big skidmark on his cheek
D.E.Velopment one big cheek
Now he wants to come on Lord of the Mics telling people {?}
You just tell tiomi hai wunsen lies
Hope tiomi hai wunsen dies
They can't even defeat me
{?}
Your lips tiomi hai wunsen dry
You can't even defeat me
{?}
[Devilman]
Come out the place before your heads get bit-off
Like a car you will get writ off
In half you will get split off
I dont know where you been hearing that bullsh** off
D.Evelopment busting off heads {?}
From long range MC's get picked off
I got a chip on my shoulder
All i gotta do is let the clip off
Yeah, that why you shouldn't run your lip off
And you shouldn't buss guns if you can't fill the clip up
{?}
Dont last long in a gunfight, man a get sh** up
{?}
If you know where you live, doors get kicked off
{?}
[Skepta]
Yo
Thats why i sing all the songs i sung
{?}
When i buy a 4 and a half, put a crome on my tongue
Wait for it to go numb
Me and busstman we can never get stung
Any funny business put the lead through his lung
Can't school me about {?}
I used to put 13 scores in my mouth, and start chopping up a half ounce with H
Can't chat to meridian about weights
Devilman wouldn't even know what to do with an eighth
He brought an 8 ball on the 24th
He still trying to move it on the 8th
{?}
He thought he was looking at the date of birth when i put my tunes on the scale
When i get shook i start biting my nails
But i never ever been an informer
Never told tales
I roll with 4 black males
And the feds better lock us in separate jails
Dizzy rascal should have phoned, my phone
We regulate all the cla** they sell
[Devilman]
Yo
This is the final
I split skeptas head with a vinyl
Or tell him to s** his girlfriends vaginal
Or pistol whip his stepdad lionel
Your just a little prick, boy i'll just box ya
{?}
Said your moving on
D.E.velopment i get enough crops yeah
Gonna let it sink in your headtop instantly like when somebody pops ya
When i clash MC's i get other MC's pissed off like when a b**h drops ya
Let me tell you something about skeptas girl yeah?
She gone and set too many fires inside her uterus
So she couldn't have kids no more
Bet it was the stress on her internal organs
They couldn't take the stress no more
Im not impressed no more
{?}
[Skepta]
Its not you its me
Can't diss me or my family tree
Get a shank in your chest with my front door key
Box in your face with my back door key
Draw for the leng
k** an MC
I got a black skii mask but i dont skii
And if you diss Wiley or J.M.E
I will come to your set like
What sound boy, who is it? who is it?
Everybody get sprayed
Im a hitman but i dont get paid
Two bullets in and a mans skin fades
And leaving stains on his clothes like cherry ade
Brand new duppies have to get made
{?} explode like grenades
If you wanna draw for the blade
I will be like what Devilman
Who is it? who is it?
[Devilman]
You dont want me to burn the flame on
Turn insane on
Thunder lightning and rain on
If you want war its game on
Heres you head, i will bust the window pane on
Its not hard to explain
Make sure you get cracked like c**aine
Make a man cut you up like sugar cane
I grow like a flower when it get rained on
I bring the pain on
You can never train on the ground that i train on
You can never come around me with a chain on
End up with your head buss and your chain gone
Couldn't mess with me from day one
I got a black line
Now i got a grey one
I play the game you dont wanna play don
So its best you stay out of my way don
[Skepta]
Dont talk to me about karate
I will come to your birthday party
Slap anyone i see taking charlie
On the beef like a soldier from the iraqi
Im from the sludem army
My names junior, but when i see them pub guys
They try call me darky
So i fight for my right like marcus garvey
Wearing a glove, boy better know i got a gun in my boxers
I dont wanna send devilman to the doctors
I wanna win a MOVO and go for the Oscars
Theres only one ba**man, so i gotta lick down any imposters
I'll leave your head like innocent fosters
{?}
[Devilman]
Skepta
Your not immaculate
Your not elegant
You get messed up like your mums if she pregnant
Yeah
Your not regular
You play division
I play premier
You prolly got lyrics
But i got manier
D.E.V i got fans in kenya
If you want a CD man a got ten here
Just a lickle bit of wun mai pun senya
Cause i move to physical
Lyrically critical
Its just typical
From far from dispicable
Just like trainers my styles are lickable
Like punani
My styles are lickable
When im on the radio i get transmittable
When im in a female i get literal
No bullsh**, yeah i mean literal
[Skepta]
Devilman draw for the shetty
And the bullets dropping down like confetti
But i won't bring a strap if the beef is petty
Nah Devilman, i just draw for the shetty
And i make his belly look like a bowl of spaghetti
Leave his lip bust and his forehead sweaty
I'll make him wish he never drawed the machete
Go on Devilman you think your ready
Go on then draw for the gatty
I'll burn out your mouth like a salt fish patty
Won't bring a strap if your just a little batty
And the machete will leave his T shirt tatty
And i will make his belly look like a bowl of basmati
Leave him with a sweaty forehead like a fatty
Still wants to be a hot head like ratty
Go on then, draw for the gatty, go on then
[Devilman]
Yeah
I will torture skepta like i play with toys
Torture skepta like i play with toys
Cover his mouth so it dont make noise
And then go, make sure he is tied to the bed
Cut his face and bring force to his head and i dread
And see how much blood that he shed
Because i know most of the blood comes from his head
My favourite colours are purple and red
So you might as well say skepta is dead
{?}
You will get a fung mai lung sun win sen if you dont show me where the bling is
[Skepta]
Yo Skepta
Why you k**ing off Devilman for?
Thats the word on the road
I know two showerman in my postcode
That will smoke two spliffs
Go into devilish mode
{?}